Chapter 13

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌⁠'At length burst in the argent revelry,

 With plume, tiara and all rich array,

Numerous as shadows haunting fairily

 The brain new stuffed in youth with triumphs gay

Of old Romance.'

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌⁠The 'argent revelry' has burst into the Manor in the shape of what Lady Roupell, with more vigour than elegance, is apt to call one of her 'Beast Parties,' i.e. one of those miscellaneous gatherings of the whole